I like you, so much. Really. No kidding! It's bad.
I like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you.
I want to watch the scenery by your side.
I like you, but, actually, sometimes I hate you, too.
Still, I like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you.
I only hate the fact that you're unaware of my feelings towards you.

I'll say it. I won't say it. I won't. It's impossible!
I like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you.
It's sad how I'm this troubled alone.
I like you, but, actually, sometimes I hate you, too.
Still, I like you, like you, like you, like you, like you, like you.
I only hate the fact that you're not paying any attention to me.

It spins squeakily. It spins round 'n' round. Squeakily. Round 'n' round.
Because of the repetition of my fruitless effort, I repeat my effort fruitlessly.
I repeat my fruitless effort, round 'n' round, again and again,
round 'n' round, again and again, but still, I don't want to give up.
How's this for a reversal? It's an out-of-the-park!